Orphan

Chapter 59

"Yeah, sure..." I sighed taking the bottle out to the boys, who had the fire going already, lounging on the logs. "Hey, here's your drink." I muttered handing the bottle to Harry, who nodded appreciatively, taking it from me. "You guys can come sit outside with us, I'm sure everything is more or less sorted out inside. We can finish up whatever is left tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll call Abigail." I nodded, going back inside to the kitchen, where Abby stood with a frown. "What's wrong?" I mumbled, putting a hand on her back delicately, she winced and jumped at the touch. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you, I just came to call you, Harry said you could leave the house stuff til tomorrow. But you seem upset, is everything okay?" her face contorted as she looked up to me, then away again. Something was off here. "Is this got to do with whatever you and Louis were speaking about earlier?" I whispered slightly, her eyes went wide. "What? What are you on about?" she stepped back from me and tilted her head slightly, "Oh, I overheard some things earlier..." I sighed, holding my arm. "What did you hear?"

"Not much of anything really, you just seemed upset and you kept going back and forth about being able to do something or not...what are you two hiding?" my eyes narrowed as she swallowed a lump and shook her head, "that's all you heard?"

"that's all I heard." I agreed, "Now what's going on." She sighed, her face searching mine for an answer. Something she could work with, her eyes darted from my hand to my face again, "What? Why do you keep looking at my hand?" I frowned looking down at my hands, studying it and the ring on my finger seemed to be apparent now. "Is there something I don't kn-"

"I think I might be pregnant." She whispered quickly, taking hold of my hands. My eyes widened as she continued. "...and I need you to be quiet about it. Please. That is what Louis and I were talking about. Niall cannot know. No one can." She frowned, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. "P-Pregnant." I breathed out shaking my head, unable to properly fathom what this would mean for everyone. "Pregnant? Who's pregnant and why are we whispering." Niall narrowed his eyes as he stood arms crossed across his chest, his stare was stone cold. We stood frozen, the room went cold. "I asked a question. Answer me." Niall growled, taking a step closer to Abigail, I panicked stepping between them. "Me!" I breathed in a shaky breath. "I am. Please you can't tell anyone." I mumbled biting my inner lip staring up at him, he seemed confused at first, until a cocky smirk traced his lips. "Oh, I see. Well little miss mummy huh? Does daddy know?" he grinned, I furrowed my eyebrows. "No. And you can't tell him, I need to please."

Niall laughed, genuinely laughed, holding onto his sides as he almost doubled over. "Babygirl you're gone. Let me go make sure of it."

"Niall, no!" I begged pulling him back holding onto his arm, "Please no, I'm begging you...please?" Abigail walked up to him and took hold of his hand, "Baby, don't. Okay, she needs to do this on her terms. C'mon."

"Don't baby me," he growled trying to take his hand out of her grasp, she sighed pulling him closer, dragging her finger across his chest resting her hand in the crook of his neck, "Baby. I'm sorry okay, you can do whatever you please tonight. Promise. Just drop this, for me?" she whispered quietly, running a hand through his hair. And just like that he was weakened. His eyes softened as he lifted his hands to hold onto her waist, rubbing it softly. "Anything?"
"Anything." She smiled placing her lips on his as they got into a sensual lip-lock. I sighed of relief shaking my head slightly, making my way outside where Louis was already halfway drunk by the looks of it. "Oh God man, I can't believe you did that." Zayn laughed patting Louis on the back, nearly causing Louis to double over. "Do what?" I asked stepping out, Harry pat his lap taking a sip of his drink, I sat down putting an arm around him before he spoke. "Zayn bet Louis he couldn't down 3 cans at once." I shook my head with a small smile watching the boys enjoy a night together. It was a rare occasion.

Abigail and Niall walked outside, hand-in-hand once more, my heart started racing as they took a seat on the log. "Look who's made it. You two are fine again?" Zayn asked raising an eyebrow at the happy couple, "Course we are, going strong." Niall smiled placing a loving kiss to her cheek. "Speaking of going strong." Liam mumbled lifting a bottle of tequila up pouring it into the glasses, handing them out. "Thanks," I smiled, placing the glass to my lips before Niall intruded. "oh, you may not want to do that, huh Monique." My eyes widened, Abigail elbowed Niall in his ribcage. "What? Why not?" Harry questioned, furrowing his eyebrows, the tension in his face now back. "He's being stupid." Abby sighed, "I didn't ask you now did I? Niall, what are you trying to get at here."

"Nothing Harry, I just took a pill earlier, in the kitchen. So, Niall doesn't want me to take alcohol after the pill." I mumbled nodding at Niall, who smirked. "Oh? I think it's a bit too late for you to start thinking of 'the pill' now sweetheart." He chuckled, "Niall shut up!" Abby scolded, I frowned sighing, lifting myself off Harry's lap. "I'm going to bed."

"No," Harry growled pulling me back as he stood up facing me, "What are you hiding from me?" his eyes went wild, he seemed upset. I frowned. "Tell him, tell him Monique or I will." Niall mumbled downing his drink. My heart raced, I looked from Abby to Niall to Harry. I had no other option. I turned around and tried to walk away, but Harry was having none of it. "Monique! Tell me what the hell is going on!" he scolded, his grip on my arm tightening, I winced in pain biting my lip to stop the tears from erupting. "Oh, for fucks sakes. She's pregnant. Guess they're right, after marriage comes the kids." Niall grinned, Abigail huffed at him and stormed off, I frowned feeling my eyes well up. Harry went blank. "H-Harry, listen to me. Look-" I tried to speak, but he walked off into the house. Everyone was silent, I watched one of my tears hit the dry ground beneath me. "I...Goodnight everyone." I muttered quietly, making my way inside, the door slammed upstairs and I shivered at the sound, sitting down on the couch in the corner of the room closing my eyes.